There comes a time in every whimp's life where things get too great for them to handle. Lovino Vargas, South Italy, was by far no exception. No, he was not the one to snap, but his husband was. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo had snapped. It had scared the normally brute Italian and he tried hiding in the closet. He shook, hearing screaming coming from the livingroom. It was so...different to him. Spain was never like this, ever...he never treated anyone wrong! But to know the true force of someone you thought was as harmless as a fly was always the most shocking.

His heart raced as he heard footsteps get closer to the bedroom. No, he didn't want to be yelled at by Antonio! Dammit, why did this happen anyway? Maybe he shouldn't insult his cooking? Well, maybe. But he wasn't the one who did it! Was Antonio mad at him or did he just want him to come out?

"Piqueno Lovi~" he purred softly, walking into the room with a famous big smile on his face, "Don't you want to come out and play~?" he laughed brightly, but the meanings of his words is what shook Lovino completely. Play? What the hell did that bastard think this ways? What the hell was he planing? He didn't know and quite frankly, he didn't want to find out, either. "Come on Lovino, don't deny me." he mumbled and he slung open the door, grinning wide at the tiny Italian in fetal position. "Oh there you are~!" he cooed brightly, picking him up, "I have something special for you~" he laughed again, feeling the shutter run through Romano's whole body.

"Y-You stupid bastard," he snapped, "Put me down, leave me alone!" he shrieked, trying despirately to get away. He wanted out of his grasp, he wanted to go to Feliciano's house (even if that Potato bastard was there!) and just...kinda stay there until Antonio stopped this madness. But he was jolted out of his thoughts rather quickly as he was laid on the bed, feeling the weight of Antonio ontop, "DAMMIT! GET OFF ME ANTONIO!" he screamed at the other, kicking his feet wildly before Antonio ripped off his shirt,

"I wouldn't make so much noise, Lovi," he stated as he trailed kisses down his torso, leaving harsh nips that make the Italian hiss in pain, "It would be worse if you did." But Lovino wouldn't hear of it. He continued to struggle as his Husband forcfully ravished him with harsh bites and and violent scrapes down sensitive flesh. Before Lovino even knew it, his pants where off and to the ground, and he was completely naked.

"I don't want it Antonio! Go get lost!" he snapped before screaming. Antonio had taken his cock in, and bit it hard near the head. It was painful...extreamly painful for that matter. He didn't know if it broke skin and bled, but it sure did hurt like a fucker, "OW!" he shrieked, trying to kick the other off before another bite of the like returned. This was not his usual, sensual foreplay Spain always loved. This was very odd, torturous, foreplay (If it could be called that) that Romano was not liking all too much. He started crying as Antonio climbed atop him, pants open to reveil his own flaccid member,

"I want to you suck, si?" he asked softly, but Romano wouldn't open his mouth for the other. He was done coaxing his lover in a matter of seconds and violently twisted a nipple, causing a scream form from the man under him. Antonio smirked, taking his advantage to forcefully shove his cock in, fucking his face rather roughly. Lovino didn't know what else to do but respond, so he did. His tounge meekly licked as he sucked on the accursed appendage that was forced into his mouth. He gagged as Antonio roughly bucked in and out of his mouth. His lungs where screaming and his body needed the oxygen that wasn't getting too him. Though just before he felt like he was going to pass out, Antonio pulled out his erection, smiling a bit, "See, its not so bad." he said innocently, but Romano was panting for air.

"I-I don't want this Spain..!" he choked out, making the Spanish man frown deeply. He didn't reply, just sitting atop his lover and watching him. He seemed to be contimplating whether he should be doing this or not. It was Lovino...is wife...but he needed to be taught a lesson, he reasoned in his mind, and this is probably the only way to really do the trick. He then broke out into a smile, shimming down his lover to rest on his thighs. Giggling lightly, he forcefully pulled his legs impossibly apart, causing another pained scream to come from the smaller man, a soft pop making itself known in his joints. Spain kissed Romano's hip, then is flaccid head and nuzzled his groin a bit.

"Its okay." He said quietly. Lovino was quite confused this time, but all his thoughts where immediately scrambled as Spain roughly thrusted in to him. One time, all the way through. Lovino screamed, feeling like he was going to die. He wasn't streached or handled with care or anything...Antonio wasn't small nor slim, either. He felt like he was going to split in two, especially when the other started coursing in and out through him, taking absolutely no heed to any word of protest, screams of pain, or the amount of blood that was starting to fill inside Lovino. The Italian started crying and screaming in pain, he couldn't stop Antonio, he was too small and too weak. His blurry tear filled eyes opened as he looked at Antonio. He seemed...very happy as he violently fucked his wife. A little too happy, and that was another thing that was scaring Lovino.

"STOP IT ANTONIO!" he screamed, clinging to the bed as his whole body wracked from the rapid thrusts into him, "IT HURTS TOO MUCH!" He would have tried kicking the Spainard off if he had any feeling left in his legs at all. Anything below his waist was completely dead and numbed with pain. Lovino was just about ready to pass out when Antonio came deep in side him with a content sigh. Slowly he pulled out of the other, watching as cum and blood oozed out of his lover's entrence. He thought for a while before getting off the other and scooping him up into his arms,

"...Lets go take a bath now, no?" he offered softly, grinning as he took his shivering, broken lover to the bathroom so casually like he did absolutely nothing. "y...te amo mi pequeno tomato rojo~" he added with a soft smile.

Lovino nor Gilbert and France ever spoke about this again.

fin.

Okay...it was promised now here it is *giggle*

I have to up the rating to R now...onhonhon...

Who else should snap? Any ideas?

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